Quotes About Empathy

Once a man begins to recognize himself in another, he can no longer look on that person as a stranger.

I chanced upon these words from a letter by Van Gogh: "Like everyone else, I feel the need of family and friendship, affection and friendly intercourse. I am not made of iron, like a hydrant or a lamp post. Perhaps this is what really counts: to arrive at the core of human feeling, in spite of the evidence.

El único acto íntimo entre dos extraños que todavía es posible, es el de la lectura

I hear her slip into bed with him, and I hear everything that happens after that. Sex is such a strange and sloppy business, why bother to recount every slurp and moan that ensued? Tom and Honey deserve their privacy, and for that reason I will end my report of the night's activities here. If some readers object, I ask them to close their eyes and use their imaginations.

If you do not consider the man before you to be human, there are few restraints of conscience on your behavior towards him.

I wasn't able to think about them directly or summon them up in any conscious way, but as I put together their puzzles and played with their Lego pieces, building evermore complex and baroque structures, I felt that I was temporarily inhabiting them again--carrying on their little phantom lives for them by repeating the gestures they had made when they still had bodies.

The human body lives in the mind of one who possesses a human body, and to live inside the human body possessed of the mind that perceives another human body is to live in a world of others.

One must die lovable (if one can). You are moved by this sentence, especially by the words in parentheses, which demonstrate a rare sensitivity of spirit, you feel, a hard-won understanding of how difficult it is to be lovable, especially for someone who is old, who is sinking into decrepitude and must be cared for by others. If one can. There is probably no greater human achievement than to be lovable at the end,

Öyküler ancak onlar? anlatabilecek olanlar?n ba??ndan geçer demi?ti biri bir gün: Ayn? ?ekilde belki ya?ant?lar da onlar? ya?ayabilecek olanlara sunarlar kendilerini.

Something was wrong, and while Mr. Bones could scarcely imagine what that thing was, Henry's sadness was beginning to have an effect on him, and within a matter of minutes he had taken on the boy's sadness as his own. Such is the was with dogs.

We are all aliens to ourselves, and if we have any sense of who we are, it is only because we live inside the eyes of others.

Impossible, I realize, to enter another's solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known.

But laugh laugh at me Men from around the world especially people from here For there are so many things I don't dare tell you So many things you wouldn't let me say Have pity on me

Hepimiz hikayeler dinlemek isteriz, t?pk? çocukken oldu?u gibi dinleriz anlat?lanlar?. Gerçek hikayeyi sözcüklerin içinde hayal ederiz, bunu yapmak için de hikayedeki ki?inin yerine koyar?z kendimizi, kendimizi anlad???m?z için onu da anlarm?? gibi yapar?z. Bu bir kand?rmacad?r.

If I can give you the words you need to have, we will have a great victory.

Literature is essentially loneliness. It is written in solitude, it is read in solitude and, in spite of everything, the act of reading allows a communication between two human beings.

For if you do not consider the man before you to be human, there are few constraints of conscience on your behavior towards him.

cuando una persona es lo bastante afortunada para vivir dentro de una historia, para habitar un mundo imaginario, las penas de este mundo desaparecen. Mientras la historia sigue su curso, la realidad deja de existir.

Asking forgiveness from someone is a complicated affair, a delicate balancing act between stiff-necked pride and tearful remorse, and unless you can truly open up to the other person, every apology sounds hollow and false.

He wondered why he turned so sentimental. That's what happened when you have no one to talk to.

That's all I've ever dreamed of, Mr. Bones. To make the world a better place. To bring some beauty to the drab, humdrum corners of the soul. You can do it with a toaster, you can do it with a poem, you can do it by reaching out your hand to a stranger. It doesn't matter what form it takes. To leave the world a little better than you found it. That's the best a man can ever do.

Todos somos extraños para nosotros mismos, y si tenemos alguna sensación de quiénes somos, es solo porque vivimos dentro de la mirada de los demás.

the sage Lenny Millstein, who not only was an excellent basketball man but an excellent person as well, who knew how to handle fourteen-year-old boys because he understood that fourteen was the worst possible age on the calendar of human life, and therefore all fourteen-year-olds were confused and fractured beings, not one of them a child anymore and not one of them an adult, none quite right in the head or at home in his unfinished body, and in the furnace of that claustrophobic arena of

By and large, Willy tried to be a good son. At those rare moments when he was able to stop thinking about himself, he even made a conscious effort to be nice to her [his mum]. If they had their differences, they were less a result of personal animosity than of starkly opposing world views.